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The bay is grey
After a politicized Sunday afternoon with the rebels and anarchists, it was time to say good bye to Santa Cruz. I sold my last 2 copies at a business breakfast in my friends house on Monday.
Fired up, ready 2 go. A last drive on the beach. A last farewell lunch and ready to hit Oakland. It was a curvy ride through the Lexington hills. I admired the bus driver who had all the coolness in the world as we drove down some steep hills.
Rain swept over the bay and the lush green hills are gone now. Urban jungle. Rat racing.
